There is always something. It never stops. Something get to. Something to get at and something to accomplish. It doesn’t seem to end and our lives resemble a long train of one thing after another after another. It can get frustrating at times because we can never...

I am writing this from Lancing, Michigan, six or seven hours away from my little home town in Canada. I’m on a mini tour, managing a Polish Canadian Hip Hop artist and I am asking myself how I got here? How does a forty six year old father of two, a teacher of twenty...

We love to operate our lives in one of two modes; run and stop. When we are inspired and motivated, we get an unbelievable high and always overestimate how quickly and how easily we will get to where we want to go. Often, on the down slope, when the excitement and...

I know the feeling. You want to stop everything you’re doing, turn around, and run as fast and as far as your feet will carry. Run away from your mistakes. Create some distance between you and your failures. I think this is a natural feeling. After all what would it...

Like a worn out pair of jeans, you have to realize its uselessness and throw them out. You have to abandon your old pessimistic attitude with which you approach many moments and burden many people. Your tired, old, urine stained remarks have worn themselves out. Your...

We are collectors. All of us, without exception. Young and old. Rich and poor. No matter. We’re all collectors. If you took look around your house, you’ll discover that you have all kinds of stuff you’ve collected over the years. Things you tremble to let go. You...